Austerity is a fun little game where each day we pick some people to hide all the money, and then we spend the rest of the day playing make-believe, saying, “It sure is too bad there’s no money for the things we need!” Oh, and we pick the same people to hide the money every day.~Caitlin Johnstone
These vampires flit past our awareness
hoarding generations of stockpiled
treasure. Blood-sucking monsters
and they don’t care about our plight.
Give them unending night!
They lay chemtrails to swallow
the sun, and we, farmed creatures
in their zoos, wander forlorn until
enticed back into calm hypnotized
acceptance with these flickering screens.
This is just how the world is.
Troublemaking poets slide by,
choosing words with an odor
of ancestral memories to illustrate
the path to freedom. We explore
the cracks in our cells, invite
the light. We shine on the acquisitive
drive that keeps us locked.
In a musical key, we strum
and hum past deaf defenses.
Fear an instrument poorly tuned,
we play what is here
pour unstinting love
as we embrace the present